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Volume 3: The Wind Rises in the South Chapter 77 Execution

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    Song Shen stood aside, watching with satisfaction as Gray Eyes gave orders majestically. Under his command, the rebels who captured the manor moved in an orderly manner. The entire manor quickly restored order, and there was no one here.  Massacres and looting often occurred under such circumstances.  "Chief, the military operation to occupy the manor has ended. Now I should hand over the command to you!" A voice woke Song Shen up from his reverie. He saw gray eyes standing straight in front of him, and he hurriedly patted him.  He looked at the other party's shoulder and said with a smile: "Brother, you did a good job, better than I imagined!" "This is not my credit, leader!" Gray Eyes smiled sheepishly: "You established this team  I can only make them do it as a team, whether they are armies or bandits, they should all be fighting each other for the spoils at this time!" "I can't do anything by myself!" Song Shen smiled and waved his hand, thinking with gray eyes.  Say something, and then a voice came: "Caught Basong, caught Basong!" "Okay, let us see the true face of this great master first!" Song Shen tugged at the gray-eyed clothes  Sleeve and walk towards the place where the sound comes from.  At this time, Basong only had one pair of exquisite deerskin slippers left on his feet, and the silk nightgown on his body was torn many times by the bushes on the roadside. His hands were tied tightly with ropes, and his neck was  A rope loop cover, the other end of the rope loop is in the hand of the middle-aged man who reported the news.  He was being pulled like an animal, walking and running in a daze. From time to time, he stumbled and fell to the ground. The middle-aged man immediately turned around and whipped his back and buttocks hard with a whip, as if calling an animal.  Shouting loudly: "Drive! Drive!" "Show mercy! Show mercy!" Basson shouted, exhausted.  ¡°Tooth for tooth, blood for blood!¡± the middle-aged man shouted, tears welling up from his eyes.  "Yes, tooth for tooth, blood for blood!" The insurrectionists on both sides of the road roared loudly, waving their rifles with bayonets in their hands, their eyes full of anger longing for revenge.  In this way, when Basong was brought to Songcan and the others, he was exhausted and bruised.  "Be merciful! You are also a Burmese! The Buddha warned us to be merciful. You can take away the food and money in my manor, just leave me a life! Please!" Basong pleaded.  "But the Buddha also warned us not to be lenient to demons! The food and money in your manor were taken from the hands of farmers, and they originally belong to farmers!" Songcan stared into Basong's eyes and retorted loudly: "You kill  Buji and Kubu died, and many farmers in your territory died of hunger and cold because of your greed. You are also responsible for these!" "It's not my fault. Buji and Kubu were killed by the steward. As for the farmers,  They were hungry. At that time, I was still in Bagan and had no idea about the situation in the territory. After I learned about it, I immediately ordered the distribution of food to the poorest people. You can ask the manager of the warehouse!" Basong knew that this was his only one!  A way out, he hurriedly argued loudly with his last bit of strength.  "Really?" Song Shen sneered. He pulled a sack from the side and opened the rope at the mouth of the bag. A large amount of rice bran flowed out from the mouth of the bag. Occasionally, a small amount of rice could be seen in it, and these rice  They are all old rice that has turned black.  "These are the grains you ordered to be distributed to the poorest!" Song Shen grabbed a handful of rice bran and put it in front of Basong's eyes. The strong and irritating smell made Basong instinctively turn his head.  "You let the poor people eat this! Even the animals you raise are better than this! Maybe in the eyes of the master, your four-legged animals are much more precious than two-legged people. Is this what it means?  "Is this what the Buddha taught you?" "This is not my order, these are all done by the steward behind my back!" Basong shouted in despair.  Song Shen replied coldly: "Really? Then please go to heaven and complain to the Buddha!" ??He waved his right arm fiercely and ordered: "Take him down and wait until you go to Nevin Village.  The farmers will be executed in public when they distribute food!¡± The next day, the road leading to Ne Win Village was full of ragged farmers. The poor people were carrying earthen jars and carrying burdens, heading towards the manor.  People's faces, which are usually numb and oppressed by the suffering of life, showed hopeful smiles, while the burdens of farmers leaving the manor were filled with full grains.  Yesterday, the rebels who occupied the manor announced that all farmers in the Basong territory can receive five buckets of grain from the warehouse for free to survive this difficult winter. There is even more shocking news. The rebels will divide the master's territory.  To each village community, from now on, these village communities will no longer have to pay a grain of grain to the nobles or temples, and all the grain will belong to the farmers.  Master Basong himself was whipped two hundred times after announcing his crime in front of more than a thousand peasants.Finally, he hanged himself from the big tree at the entrance of the manor.  Master Basong¡¯s death was like a spark that ignited a prairie fire of peasant uprisings and riots in the vast Central Myanmar region centered on Bagan.  This area was originally the area hardest hit by the recent forced expropriation by the puppet king Meng Ji, and the army, the main armed force in the hands of the noble lords, no longer exists. The anger of the farmers is like a compressed spring that was suddenly released.  Usually bursts out.  Led by the rebels who dispersed to the countryside, groups of peasants rushed into the manors of noble lords and monks and monasteries, opened granaries, and took away the food and materials inside. In many places, land divisions even took place in the nobility's territories.  Killing the nobles themselves, burning debts, land contracts and other actions, so in less than a month, the entire Central Myanmar region was like a boiling soup pot, boiling.  Bagan, Shunjun camp.  "Master Ba, the situation in Bagan is critical now. Bandits are rampant outside the city and people are in ruins. No matter the nobles or the temples, everyone has been killed. However, since the Bagan mutiny, the new army has disintegrated and is unable to suppress it. Please send an army to attack as soon as possible."  , Give Myanmar a prosperous world!¡± ¡°Yes, please send an army to attack!¡± In the room, several noble people in gorgeous clothes were pleading loudly to Batu, who was sitting at the top. These people were either monks or  They all seem to be prominent figures in Bagan City. Some time ago, whether Meng Ji killed Xipao to usurp the throne, or Meng Ji was killed by Diok, and the city was reduced to a pot of porridge, these nobles were hiding in their manors.  Nafu didn't bother to show up at all, but at this time, they ran to the Shunjun military camp one by one as if they were mourning for their heirs. This sudden change caught Batu off guard, and he didn't know how to deal with it for a while.  However, he also knew that he had to wait and see how this matter would turn out, so he pretended to be indignant and said loudly: "Everyone, Burmese and Burmese are one and the same. It is the duty of the Protector of Burma to safeguard the vassal state.  It is my duty to send troops, but I have a humble official position, so I have to inform my superiors before making any decisions. Please forgive me!" The nobles looked at each other, and the leader continued: "Sir, from Bagan to Mandeb.  It will take seven or eight days to exchange letters and documents at least. By then, I am afraid it will be too late, and it will also hurt the emperor's benevolent heart to protect the Burmese people. I am so sentimental that you will allocate two hundred soldiers to us to protect us and others.  This manor! I am here to thank you for the Bagan elders!" At this point, these nobles bowed to Batu Luo. Seeing that Batu Luo was still hesitant, the leader stepped forward and whispered: "What if?  Lord Ba is willing to send troops, and we have a little bit of kindness to offer!" "What's your intention?" Batu was slightly stunned. He naturally knew what these nobles meant, so he could answer in his own capacity.  Granting their request is just a matter of words, but now the British and the Shun army are facing each other across the city of Bagan, and there are all kinds of Burmese gangsters all around. The situation is extremely subtle and complicated. If I divide my troops, will it trigger any surprises?  What if unexpected changes destroy the chess game Chen Zaixing arranged before leaving?  Thinking of this, Batu hesitated for a while and said in a low voice: "Everyone, I'm not trying to push the envelope. It's just that the British and foreign troops are approaching, and I really don't dare to divide the troops. Let's do this. If you believe me, you can  Bring your family members to our army, and I will protect you." The Burmese nobles looked at each other, knowing that they would not let go, and finally they had to bow in unison and salute: "Thank you, sir!  "I don't dare, please forgive me!" Batu hurriedly stood up and returned the courtesy. He had spent a long time in Myanmar's captain's mansion, so he naturally knew the importance of the people in front of him in the local area. He did not dare to be rude and sent those people out personally.  Those people filed out of the door, and the last person sighed before leaving: "Sir, I also understand your difficulties, but I heard that the British have sent troops to 'protect' more than a dozen manors near Bagan.  In comparison, I'm afraid many nobles will fall to the British side!" "What?" Batu quickly grabbed the noble man and asked in a low voice, "What did you just say?" "Sir, what?  Some of those who came to you to ask for troops to fight against bandits and protect the manor naturally went to the British side. You refused to send troops, but the British were willing to send troops. Naturally, everyone went to their side! " "So that's how it is!  What's going on!" Batu was shocked. As far as he knew, the British troops were far smaller than his own, so how could they dare to divide their troops to protect the manor of the Burmese nobles?  Could it be that they received reinforcements from Yangon?
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